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Doran finds unexpected welcome

Atop a stony plateau overlooking the lands of central Idalos, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from the rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence; firm in its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the many factions set aside their conflicting agendas and see this through?

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Sat Apr 08, 2017 4:21 am

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The guards at the Great Parhn Gate had been trained to maintain calm under sudden revelations. It was frequently important that some newcomer at the gate not be made aware of how significantly his arrival was being viewed. This was the case with the traveler they were currently stalling.

It was not enough that his name matched one of the most currently notorious figures in all Idalos. The guards were currently awaiting corroborating testimony relating to the villain's description. These reports were all from cities where the worship of Immortals was either allowed, or worse yet, encouraged. It was not surprising that his name was stigmatized among foreign worshipers.

Now, despite the well-known policy of Immortal neutrality embraced by the city of Etzos, the governing body had allowed citizens to embark on the quest to subvert the scheming of the three Immortals, Lisirra, Syroa and Aelig last Vhalar. A good measure of this allowance, however, stemmed from the fact that was entirely in Etzos' favor to see both Lisirra and Syroa crushed.

But the guards only had concerns about confirmation of the identity. The nearby Attunement specialists who scanned entries at the gate had already given a signal of some odd nature about the man. It could be the rumor of Immortal blood coursing through his veins. This was another unconfirmed aspect of the man called "Doran".

The guard noticed the movement he was waiting for and slowly closed his ledger. "Well it seems that everything is in order, sir....Doran." The other guard stepped subtly behind the man, not too close to be a direct adversary, but close enough to be able to react quickly. An approaching back-up squad of Black Guard was likely to provoke some belligerency, and the guards did not want this man hurt, but they needed to impress upon him that cooperation was his only option.

The first guard motioned to the approaching foursome, "Sir, if you would be so good as to accompany these men. They have instructions regarding the disposition of your accommodations. You are not under arrest, nor will you be if you cooperate. But everyone involved would prefer that there not be a scene. It is my understanding that...city leaders...have a proposition for you, and that your decision will determine whether anyone will want it known that...you...are, or were, here."
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Fri Apr 14, 2017 3:56 am

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Another man might have started to worry as one of the guards stepped behind him and reached for his weapon or done another rash and foolish thing, but the Mortalborn remained comparatively calm. He had hoped that something like that would happen, that the people of Etzos would not be as cluess as those in Andaris and simply let him pass. He did wonder what would happen now though, whether he would be grudgingly tolerated in the city or whether they would celebrate him as a hero which was a prospect that he found to be somewhat peculiar, despite the fact that it would be most pleasant.

He only tensed slightly as four more guards arrived on the scene and briefly wondered if maybe they would deny him entrance after all because they didn’t want to incur the wrath of several Immortals at once – or try to arrest him, although what he had done could not possibly be a crime in the eyes of a people that opposed the so called tyranny of the Immortals – unless they had somehow found out that his father was one of them.

“Of course”, he replied in a cool, but polite tone and inclined his head as the first guard asked him to accompany the men to let him know that he had understood. He turned around to take a look at them then, slowly so that they would not believe that he was going to try and resist. His hands were visible at all times. Men had been attacked before because somebody had thought they were going to draw a weapon. “Rest assured that I have absolutely no interest in making a scene. I would like to hear what kind of proposal your leaders have for me.”

With that he fell silent again – he was not one to talk unncessarily, especially not in a situation like the current one – and waited for them to take him wherever they were going to take him. He had hoped to get on contact with those that were in charge of Etzos anyway, to talk about what he had done and what his next steps would be – and, perhaps, ask them for shelter. That he would already be meeting them shortly after his arrival in the city, albeit in a somewhat forced manner, was thus a fact that was not unwelcome.
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Sun Apr 16, 2017 1:42 am

The Tower of Ministers dominated the portion of the Citadel which was visible from the Great Parhn Gate. Of the five great towers of The Citadel, it was the one nearest to the gate. This was intended to be so that foreign diplomats and visiting dignitaries could be more swiftly impressed and accommodated by their arrival within its marbled halls.

Being newly arrived in Etzos, it was unlikely that the guest being escorted by the Black Guard knew what was to be his destination. The overlapping rings of walls of the Commercial District, and the alternating compass points of their open gateways to the next inner ring, did not distract from the obvious heading toward the giant white tower. The group zigged and zagged their way inside, but always the tower loomed over the general direction they were heading.

After crossing back and forth, twice each, over what would have been a straight line into the center of the city. The brief sounds of a commotion were heard from a distant open gateway in one of the circular inner walls. Anyone looking would have clearly seen a dozen men, garbed in the same armor as those escorting this guest, drawing weapons to converge on the implied location of the ruckus.

"Rutting Eidisi scum." one of the guards muttered as they paused to see if any of their number were going to be signaled to provide assistance to whatever was going on there. Order was soon restored to whatever disturbance had flared up there and the party continued on to the Tower of Ministers. A stately-looking gentleman in light brown robes waited to greet them. He had his hood pulled up, which kept his face shadowed. There was no obvious insignia of rank or faction upon his robes; only a sash which was decorated with elaborate embroideries, in detailed scroll work around a number of gems in pattern extending the length of both ends of the sash.

He stepped down the broad stairway, to meet the escort at the base, his hand extended in friendship. "Greetings Sir Doran. It is a tremendous honor to make your distinguished acquaintance. You will not find the heroism of your acts in Oscillus distorted and demeaned by religious zealotry here, sir. You are an inspiration to us all. High Marshall Parhn himself has requested your presence in the council chamber. I hope your journeys north and west have not been fraught with an over-abundance of peril."

He motioned for the guest to walk beside him as he began to ascend the stairway. "As you can see, we have some damages ourselves resulting from the depredations of the minions of those deities. As well, we are in a constant state of hostility with the city of Rhakros to the south, which is the very seat of the witch, Lisirra, one of the prime movers of all the death and destruction of these recent past seasons."

The robed man paused briefly as a thought occurred to him, then resumed his steps with a shake of the head. "I'm sorry, I am rather taken by the pleasure of your arrival, Allow me to introduce myself. I am Chief Adviser Vuda. I will be your escort and...well...tour guide for the immediate future. Let me announce you when we reach the hall."

The ascent up the tower was a celebration of art and fine decor. It was clear how Etzos had gotten its reputation as the premier source of gems throughout Idalos. Pedestals, picture frames, pillars and planter pots were all shining with reflections of every shade, from finely faceted jewels, The circular stairway was carpeted with augmented fabrics that seemed to enhance the effect, as did the polished walls. Groups of men and women stood in hushed amazement, their eyes following the man, speculating if it 'could truly be him'.

Vuda himself basked in the honor shown his guest as they passed landing after landing to reach the pinnacle of the Tower. Great doors of Cambrian Wood stood with elite tower guards in flanking finery. Vuda cleared his throat as he pushed only lightly on the doors. They swung open smoothly and silently as the Chief Adviser took three steps in, then spun a quarter turn, to take two steps back with his left arm extending to the door.

"Your Glory...my lords...ladies...It is my privilege to present 'He Who Would not be Deceived'...Sir Doran of Oscillus."

In fairness, it was not any sort of grand banquet that awaited their arrival, though of course, refreshments were in abundance. It was, as stated, the council chamber. And all that were present were the ministers of the various factions and interests that were of prominence throughout the city and its surroundings. Each minister was garbed in robes of office, bearing insignia that would take closer scrutiny to determine the design, and by extension, the sphere of that minister's influence.

The seat at the opposite end from High Marshall Parhn was left conspicuously open for their guest, and Vuda directed him to it before continuing around the council table to take up position behind Parhn. The High Marshall rose and the fact that he wore armor to council was now obvious. The gleam and polish of his armor was matched only by his smile.

"Please, good sir. Avail yourself of our table and accept my most humble apology. For Xiur himself asked for troops at our gates. And though I was initially of a mind to refuse, I regret to confess I did ultimately accede to his request. I am, of course, the recipient of wildly contradictory reports of the events there. But I would be greatly appreciative of hearing the truth for once, straight from its source. If it is not too great a bother or a bitter memory, I would ask to hear what truly happened in Oscillus."
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Fri Apr 21, 2017 2:32 pm

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The Mortalborn observed his surroundings closely as they moved through the city and towards their destination, not in the way of some sort of tourist that stupidly gawked at every novelty that he came across, but so that he would be able to remember the way back, should it become necessary.

That his focus was not first and foremost on the sights didn’t mean that he was unimpressed of course. On the contrary, the towers that were visible in the distance and the fact that the city’s design was quite effective didn’t go unnoticed. Etzos was different from the places that he had spent most of the past couple of arcs in, in more than one way, he realized. It was stronger and more easily defensible.

He didn’t attempt to make conversation with his escort, but walked with them quietly. He was more interested in getting to their destination quickly and finding out what this was all about than in engaging in pointless small talk and posing questions that they likely wouldn’t be able to or willing to answer anyway. He only stopped for a moment and looked at them questioningly at the sound of the commotion.

“Is there a problem?” he asked and gestured in the direction that the sound had come from. He had never expected Etzos to be some sort of anti-immortal utopia, but the mention of “Eidisi scum” seemed somewhat strange to him. The research that he had conducted prior to boarding the ship to Etzos had not pointed towards any such racial tensions.

No matter what they said, if anything, he would quickly turn his attention back to the tower that was closer now. There were more pressing matters to attend to than mere racism.

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Even though the man that greeted them bore no signs of rank or faction, the Mortalborn immediately knew that he was somebody that should not be trifled with, despite his somewhat questionable attempt to look mysterious and his penchant for exaggeration. Although Doran did appreciate compliments, he was not as susceptible to flattery as mere mortals. He didn’t smile or grin upon being called an inspiration, but only inclined his head and looked at the stranger thoughtfully for a moment before he shook his hand.

“My journey was largely uneventful”, he replied. “Truth to be told, I had expected to encounter some trouble on the way here, but it seems as if my enemies are slow to act.” Vuda would be able to notice a hint of disdain in his voice, but only for a moment before the Mortalborn’s usual polite and slightly cool demeanor took over again.

At the mention of Lisirra he raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Lisirra had, as far as he was aware, been one of Syroa’s allies during the battle in Treidhart, and thus he couldn’t help but wonder what the proximity of her followers to Etzos would mean for him. Was it something that he would be able to take advantage of or would it cause him trouble?

“I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Chief Advisor”, he replied as his companion finally introduced himself before he continued to ascend the stairs. All those gems and fine fabrics made the tower look a bit gaudy in his opinion – he very much preferred subtle elegance to blatant displays of wealth – but they did make him realize just how rich those people were. Perhaps, he thought, he had indeed come to the right place.

Hushed whispers and speculations were something that he was used to, to some extent – his colleagues at the university had had an unfortunate tendency to gossip - but the looks of admiration that the people they passed by gave him were not. They truly considered him to be a hero.

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The title that the Etzori had given him – He Who Would not be Deceived – was a bit cliché in his opinion, although it was true. Yanahalqah and he had been the only ones of the thousands of adventurers that had been summoned to Ne’haer that had seen right through the Immortals’ lies. For a moment he wondered where his companion was now and whether she had chosen to walk a similar path or gone back to pretending that she was just another law-abiding citizen, and then he focused on the people around him again.

He took note at the robes of the ministers and their insignia and nodded at them politely before he took the offered seat and listened to the High Marshall’s words. Xiur himself had been there? He couldn’t hide his surprise entirely. Perhaps, he realized, his enemies had not been negligent after all. Perhaps he had only made it to Etzos through sheer luck. But no matter what the reason was, he was here now and thus relatively safe.

As the High Marshall asked to hear the truth, he inclined his head. “I thank you for your reception”, he spoke. “It exceeds my expectations. I will gladly tell you what really happened. I have moved past the point where I feel bitter about it a long time ago.” He let his gaze sweep across the gathered ministers so that they would feel included in the conversation. He was not only speaking to High Marshall Parhn, but to all of them, to every single Etzori that was gathered in the room. “You all have a right to know.”

“Once upon a time I was just like them”, he admitted. “I believed what the Immortals said. I thought that they were, for the most part, good and only had Idalos’ best interests at heart. I even prayed to some of them.” He emphasized the word in a way that made it seem that he had committed a despicable act. In truth he still prayed to one of them, but if he had any say in that matter, the people of Etzos would never find out that he had received Syroa’s blessing. “That all changed when one of them contacted me.”

“It was in Vhalar during the shadow beast attacks. He came into my home – I was a professor, teaching chemistry at Rynmere University at the time – and asked me to join an important mission. He claimed that Idalos was in danger and that he needed me. I admit, I felt honored – at first. When I boarded the ship of which he had told me, I quickly realized that he would not join us. He would not risk his life on the battlefield.”


He paused for a moment to give them some time to think about the cowardice of that one Immortal before he continued,

“The ship took us to Ne’haer where we barely survived another shadow beast attack. A few other Immortals were waiting for us there. They told us more of the same, that they needed us. The only needed us for one thing. I realized that we were little more than sacrificial lambs, sent to a frozen wasteland in order to die so that they could realize their great plans. They didn’t really care about us.”

“Xiur was the worst of them. He used his magic on the people he had lured there. He made them believe that they had a chance and that there was hope for them. The only thing those poor souls could hope for was a quick and painless death.”

“I made a decision then. I would do what nobody else had ever dared to do. I would not keep my head down, but put an end to all the falsity and the lies. They opened a portal through Emea for us so that we would reach the place where we were supposed to die faster. I decided to strike the moment our group left the portal, when things were still slightly chaotic. While Xiur unfortunately did not die, I managed to weaken him enough that he could not work his magic anymore.”

“The Immortals”,
he informed them. “Should not be underestimated, but they can be wounded, and they can be killed. If his allies had not arrived as quickly, Xiur would certainly have perished. That”, he finished. “Is the truth of what happened.”

It was. At no point had he ever lied outright. He had just kept a few things to himself, such as the fact that the Immortal who had visited him had been his father and that he had already begun to doubt the Immortals several lifetimes before, when both his only child and his lover had died, and none of them had come to his aid even though he had begged them on his knees. There was another, deeply personal reason for his fury and his hatred.
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Sat Apr 22, 2017 11:03 pm

The festivities continued in the chamber, Marshall Parhn declaring that the reception of a man of such nobility and renown as Sir Doran constituted an event that should definitely supersede the priority of a routine council meeting. This is not to say that the doors were opened to the public, but agendas were closed and set aside as everyone relaxed to take part in the give and take of their own accounts of witnessing others' interactions with Immortals, or in a few cases, their own.

Marshall Parhn, of course, regaled everyone with the standing tale of his ancestors' defeat of an Immortal, and how it led to the founding of the city itself. Of course, he laughed along with everyone else at the absurdly exaggerated lore that had grown from the original tale of mere blood and death; and not the sensationalized version involving men leaping dozens of feet straight up, wielding swords made of lightning and cleaving an Immortal in two with a single stroke.

But others had more conventional stories to share, none of them ending with the death of an Immortal, which always seemed to bring a sad note, as the revelers refrained from noting how Xiur too, had managed to pull through. Always the detail of how much more swiftly his Immortal brothers had responded to his need than they did to the needs of "mere mortals" was recounted in response, with tones of disdain.

As well, the looks of pleasure with exalted company, sank into sympathetic gloom at the thought of how common a tale it was that these "self-important tyrants" neglected their "lesser" blood in times of need. Toasts to the true-hearted brotherhood of mortals were a common theme to lift spirits once again, as wine and mead were consumed with little restraint.

More than once though, one of the members would embark upon a hesitant account of some point where the support of this or that immortal HAD been of benefit to some group or city of men. Rarely was it finished before jeers were joined in force to insist that it was only poor planning, or bad luck, on the part of the deity himself that caused his undoubtedly self-aggrandizing plot to fall short of fruition, and "appear" to have been conceived with any beneficial intent to mortals.

In many of these cases, High Marshell Parhn looked on the verge of an angry tirade, or had actually began one, when he suddenly reigned in his emotions, with apologies for his unworthy outburst, reminding himself and everyone that this was a celebratory occasion and should not be overturned by intrusive zealotry, either pro-immortal or con.

If one possessed truly remarkable skills of detection, they may have noted that every one of Parhn's sudden calms were immediately on the heels of a twitch of Chief Adviser Vuda's shoulders; the kind that would be consistent with those of a man doing something with his hands behind his back, the position the Adviser's hands spent for a good portion of the meeting.

Patron Lerrik Calloso, of the "Old Guard" faction, was of course, the source of much dissent during the course of the socializing. His group was the one most strongly seeking to end the restrictions of Immortal worship in town. He alone had little good to say towards the guest. While it would be unfair to say he was openly unfriendly, he obviously saw Doran's arrival as a significant setback to his efforts.

He chose to remind the party that the Etzori military had gained greater capabilities through the inclusion of the Shrine to Lisirra, by which means they had gained weaponized poisons for their archers. Again, Parhn grew wroth with this Minister for inflicting such counter productive viewpoints at a time where glory and independence were the recognized goal of right-thinking folk throughout the world.

The High Marshall began to shout such rhetoric as would lead up to announcing the closing and recanting of this arrangement, when once again, he suddenly calmed, apologizing for his outburst, and acknowledging the truth of Calloso's words. Parhn went so far as to acknowledge that Sir Doran's arrival must seem a step in what the Patron must consider the wrong direction. But he then stood his ground, saying that Etzos will always be ruled by the will of the people, as represented by their Ministers, and should they, the people, every call for a unified reduction of such policies, he would be honor-bound to respect them.

Of course, there was some coarse laughter as he sat, muttering that he doubted he would ever see the day where such foolishness would ever inflict the minds of more than a few sanitarium inmates. As well, he asked the Patron if he thought that the poisons of the enemy to the south were likely to encounter anything other than immunity from those Rhakros troops, and that this was the most likely reason that Rhakros had ever made such arrangement; to gain Etzos' wealth at little military risk. No, it was primarily Sirothelle that would ever feel the sting of Lisirra's toxins. A half-comical toast to Lisirra's toxins was raised, and everyone laughed grimly and drained their cups.

As the party wound down, Vuda made eye contact with Sir Doran, and asked him to meet with him wherever it was convenient. The purpose of such meeting would be to ask him if he'd yet arranged housing within Etzos' walls, and what he hoped to gain therein. He knew that Doran would be assuming that his renown would be a likely perk...THE likely perk that anyone seeking his acquaintance would be after. But Vuda was more than willing to see him placed somewhere free of public scrutiny. He needed only to find out what sort of talents the man possessed.
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Thu May 04, 2017 6:08 am

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The Mortalborn didn’t laugh along with the Etzori as he heard the greatly exaggerated tale of how Marshall Parhn’s ancestors had defeated an Immortal, but looked at them thoughtfully instead and furrowed his brow. He couldn’t help but wonder what would become of his own story in a few decades or a few centuries. Would they turn him into some sort of frightening monster with teeth and claws or a glorious hero that had bravely tried to put an end to the tyranny of the Immortals? Both prospects seemed equally ridiculous to him.

Even though he considered himself to be much closer to his father’s people and had, despite his actions in Treidhart, somewhat mixed opinions on mortalkind, he raised his glass in a toast alongside the Etzori and shared their wine and their mead, although he didn’t drink to the point that his mental state would be affected. He preferred to be able to think clearly, especially in a situation like that.

Unlike the High Marshall himself Doran never let his anger get the better of him, although he knew that he would eventually have to pay the price of it. Whenever somebody tried to speak in favour of the Immortals, he would calmly remind them of the story he had told. The better part of the so called good Immortals had been in Treidhart that trial, and they had been all too willing to sacrifice thousands of mortals for their goals.

He did notice that most of the High Marshall’s outbursts ended rather abruptly and thought it strange. It seemed almost as if the man suffered from some sort of split personality – or was under the influence of magic or, perhaps, something that was divine in nature. He realized then that he needed to be on his guard, more so than he had thought before. There was definitely something going on in Etzos, and he would eventually figure out what exactly.

As Vuda made eye contact with him, the Mortalborn inclined his head and spoke, “I would not be averse to discussing things here, after the party has ended as I am not yet familiar with your city, having only just arrived.” Of course, if the Chief Advisor suggested another location or time for the meeting, he would go along with it and use the time in between to try and find out more about the city that would likely be his home for the coming seasons or arcs.
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Mon May 15, 2017 3:23 am

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Come and get your Loot!

(There's plenty more where that came from)


DORAN:
Rewards:

  • Story: +5
  • Collaboration: +5
  • Structure: +5


These points can NOT be used for magic

Knowledges:

  • Adviser Vuda: Has More Going on Than He Lets On
  • Adviser Vuda: Prefers to Remain in the Background
  • Deception: Keeping the Real Reason You Hate Immortals Secret
  • Deception: Not Admitting You're a Mortalborn in Etzos
  • Detection: Some Odd Mental Link Between Vuda and Parhn
  • Discipline: Don't Put Faith in Flattery
  • Discipline: Show No Reaction to Gathering Guards
  • Etzos: Built For Defense
  • Etzos: Focus of Intolerance Shifts From Race to Race
  • Etzos: Overall Circular Layout
  • Etzos Location: The Council Chamber
  • Etzos Location: The Great Parhn Gate
  • Etzos Location: The Tower of Ministers
  • Intelligence: Lissira/Rhakros' Proximity to Etzos
  • Marshall Parhn: Wears Armor to Council
  • NPC: Chief Adviser Karnos Vuda
  • NPC: High Marshall Brogen Parhn
  • NPC: Patron Lerrik Calloso: Leader of the "Old Guard" Faction
  • Persuasion: Showing Your Hands to be Non-Threatening
  • Politics: "Old Guard" Wants to Reduce Restrictions on Immortal Worship
  • Politics: You Are Considered a Hero in Etzos
  • Politics: You are Called "He Who Would Not be Deceived"
  • Psychology: Not Knowing Where You Stand in a New City
  • Psychology: Will Your Own Legend Become as Exaggerated as Parhn's?
  • Storytelling: How You Were Recruited to the Oscillus Campaign
  • Storytelling: What Drove You to Attack Xiur
  • Xiur Came to Etzos for Oscillus Troop Support

Loot:

Nothing to exactly call "Loot"


Loss:

Nothing to speak of


Injuries:

Nothing to speak of


Fame: +20

You could not have come to place that will hail your name more than Etzos.


Devotion:

Nothing to speak of


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Not a skill-heavy type of thread, but plenty of Location/NPC-type stuff.
We'll get something going to get you secured in the lab here soon.
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